text_original: Her voice was clear and well sustained, ringing like the notes of a flageolet, and when she had concluded her song she pirouetted round and jumped up on the table, where, with every eye fixed in astonishment upon her, she once more became a chop stick.
text_transcription: HER VOICE WAS CLEAR AND WELL SUSTAINED RINGING LIKE THE NOTES OF A FLAGEOLET AND WHEN SHE HAD CONCLUDED HER SONG SHE PEERED ROUND AND JUMPED UP ON THE TABLE WHERE WITH EVERY EYE FIXED IN ASTONISHMENT UPON HER SHE ONCE MORE BECAME A CHOPSTICK
phonemes: hɜː vˈɔɪs wʌz klˈɪɹ ænd wˈɛl səstˈeɪnd, ɹˈɪŋɪŋ lˈaɪk ðə nˈoʊts əvə flˈeɪdʒɑːlɪt, ænd wɛn ʃiː hæd kəŋklˈuːdᵻd hɜː sˈɔŋ ʃiː pˌɪɹuːˈɛɾᵻd ɹˈaʊnd ænd dʒˈʌmpt ˌʌp ɔnðə tˈeɪbəl, wˈɛɹ, wɪð ˈɛvɹi ˈaɪ fˈɪkst ɪn ɐstˈɑːnɪʃmənt əpˌɑːn hɜː, ʃiː wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ bɪkˌeɪm ɐ tʃˈɑːp stˈɪk.